Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Avery rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure you did.”
She glanced around the room, and her nervous gaze landed on me again. Why did she have to look so damn delicious? Her soft pink dress fit her like a glove, and jealousy surged to the surface when I wondered if she was wearing underwear. The fabric was smoothing everywhere, without a single line. I imagined ripping the dress from her curvy body, and memories from our night together bombarded me, making me hot with lust and fury.
Leaving my champagne for the end of the toast, I picked up a glass of water and took several long swallows, but it did nothing to cool me down. My mind kept going over scenario after scenario, imagining what I would say when I finally got Brielle alone. One thing I knew, by the end of the night, her ass would be so red she wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow. And if the state of my dick was any indication, she’d feel me in her pussy every time she moved.
Everyone clapping brought me out of my head, and I once again started intently at Brielle as she sat back down in her chair. She lifted her flute of champagne, then brought it to her plush lips to take a sip. I felt a touch of smug satisfaction when I saw her hands tremble, spilling a little of her drink onto her dress. She leaned over to whisper something to Avery, and they exchanged a few words before Brielle stood and scooted around her chair. She seemed a little unsteady as she walked away from the table, heading straight for the nearest exit. I narrowed my eyes when I realized she deliberately avoided looking in my direction.
“Excuse me,” I murmured to my sister—who was in the middle of telling me something—as I stood and stalked to the same door Brielle had disappeared through. I glanced left, then right, and spotted the sign for the restrooms.
Perfect.
When I reached the door, I punched it with my fist, sending it crashing against the wall. Brielle stood at the counter, reaching for a box of tissues, but at the sound of my entrance, her head whipped in my direction. I stormed into the bathroom, my hands clenched and my eyes spitting fire.
Brielle lifted her arm, putting her hand up, and hissed, “Leave me alone, Lennox. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Right now? Or ever?” I growled in accusation, a muscle jumping in my jaw.
Her blue eyes flared with anger, and she snapped, “Really? What in the world do you have to be angry about? I’m the one who has the right to be mad. Not you.”
“Angry doesn’t begin to cut it,” I snarled as I stalked toward her, forcing her to take several steps backward until her back was against the wall of one of the stalls. “I moved past that emotion days ago.”
Straightening her spine, she poked a finger against my chest. Any other time, I would have thought it was fucking adorable. “I’m sure that’s not the only thing you moved past this week.”
My brows drew together, confused by her vague comment. “I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”
“If you only wanted one night with me, you should have just said that instead of getting my hopes up for more,” she accused, her eyes filling with tears that she was clearly fighting to hold back. “And you definitely should’ve used a condom. It’s irresponsible to go around having unprotected sex with women you never plan to call again. If that’s what you do all the time, you could have dozens of kids out there that you don’t know about.”
I opened my mouth to make a sharp retort, but I was stunned speechless. My anger melted into confusion, and I sighed.
“How in the fuck was I supposed to call you, Brielle?”
My question seemed to puzzle her as well. “What?”
We’d get back to the phone call, but first, I needed to clear up this twisted idea in her head about me and other women. “I’ve never gone bare before. Just with you, baby,” I whispered as I cupped her cheeks. “I never would’ve done that if I hadn’t intended for us to be forever.”
“Forever?” she echoed softly, her eyes widening, hope sparking in the bright blue depths.
“Why do you think I was so pissed when I woke up and didn’t find a single trace of you in my room? I might have thought I’d dreamed it all if not for the stain of our mixed releases and the blood from your virginity on my sheets.” I slid one of my hands down her back to pull her close. “I’ve been going out of my mind these past four days,” I told her in a ragged voice. “I didn’t even let them come in to clean the room because then I’d have nothing left of you.”